Ignore this creepy girl and go back to the basketball court.

You shake your head and walk around Tina without uttering a single word. She clicks her tongue and lets out a dejected sigh. What is wrong with this girl? Did she really track me down? The last thing I’m going to do is validate her behavior with a response. You begin shooting again.

Tina moves and stands directly behind the metal beam that’s holding up the backboard. You glance over at her between shots. She’s wearing a frilly black dress with lace trim. The stripes on her dress trace the outline of her shapely bust. She has a matching choker and gloves. Her hair and gloves are adorned with purple flowers. Tina is way to old for that outfit, you think to yourself.

You miss a shot and it rolls to Tina’s feet. She stops the ball under the heel of one of her matching black flats. “Awww, nice try,” she says. She stretches her slender arms over her head, and you get a good view of her thin body. She then puts her hands on her hips. One of the straps of her dress falls down. Tina grabs the strap and moves it back up slowly as she gazed into your eyes. “Come and get it, big guy,” she says. Did she just wink at me?

You shake your head at the absurd situation. You don’t want to talk to her, but you want your ball back.